By the time I was 6 I had a very formidible arsenal of toy guns. I never went anywhere without a toy gun and I shot everyone and everything that corssed my path. My mother's cousin (who was nurse and also my godmother) told my mom that playing with guns was making me too violent. A couple of days later my mother rounded up all of my toy guns and threw them in the trash, hoping to curb my "violent" tendancies. I think that might be part of the reason for my love of firearms today and my utter hatred for all forms of gun control. That and real guns are much, much cooler than toy guns.

Anyways, I survived my childhood disarmament and have since vowed never to be disarmed again.

Does that count?

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Originally Posted By motown_steve:By the time I was 6 I had a very formidible arsenal of toy guns. I never went anywhere without a toy gun and I shot everyone and everything that corssed my path. My mother's cousin (who was nurse and also my godmother) told my mom that playing with guns was making me too violent. A couple of days later my mother rounded up all of my toy guns and threw them in the trash, hoping to curb my "violent" tendancies. I think that might be part of the reason for my love of firearms today and my utter hatred for all forms of gun control. That and real guns are much, much cooler than toy guns.

Anyways, I survived my childhood disarmament and have since vowed never to be disarmed again.

Does that count?

Yeah that counts. I remember as a kid, hating playing at kids houses with moms like yours. And I was usually not invited back anyways because I was a bad influence, so it worked out okay.

Most evil to others.... my play bow and arrow. About 15 seconds after I got it I figured out that I could take the suction cups off and stick 'em in the pencil sharpener. When done rabbit hunting the suckers went back on so Mom wouldn't know.

Evil to me.... anyone else ever get a pair of those spring shoes? Two metal plates, approximately footprint shaped with 5" springs between them. You strapped them to your feet and hopped around. Real good traction with that sheet steel on concrete too. I'm very surprised that I never broke my ankles.

pull a part out and boom sword add a piece and it was a space cannon, remove a part and it was a machine gun.kinda cool at the time by adding pieces or removing them it would trip a switch that changed what it would sound like.

damn thing ate batterys like there was no tommrow thu.

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Originally Posted By cyrax777:eliminator tx 7 i think thats what it was called.

It was a toy gun that was 7 weapons in one.

pull a part out and boom sword add a piece and it was a space cannon, remove a part and it was a machine gun.kinda cool at the time by adding pieces or removing them it would trip a switch that changed what it would sound like.

damn thing ate batterys like there was no tommrow thu.

man i had one of those. i loved that sword part. it had two buttons for two differnt sounds on it. the blade was red clearish plastic IIRC. you pushed the sword into the back and it became the buttstock for the rifle part.

"The universe is an infinitely faceted diamond, and each of our souls is reflected in its magnificence. Choose your facet, your window to the world, wisely."

I still can't believe to this day that I got away with my toy guns. The cap guns I had looked and felt like a real firearm. Me and my friends used to point them at cars and people walking in the streets not to mention we brought them to school to play with at recess. Boy have times changed.

Actually the older Strech Armstrongs (Circa 1975) had a thicker almost rubber goo inside. And it was blood red. It's one of the first toys I remember people bitching about because of how it “could hurt your child’s psyche.”

You could stretch them out about four or five feet before things started to tear. The newer ones sucked.

Originally Posted By cyrax777:eliminator tx 7 i think thats what it was called.

It was a toy gun that was 7 weapons in one.

pull a part out and boom sword add a piece and it was a space cannon, remove a part and it was a machine gun.kinda cool at the time by adding pieces or removing them it would trip a switch that changed what it would sound like.

damn thing ate batterys like there was no tommrow thu.

man i had one of those. i loved that sword part. it had two buttons for two differnt sounds on it. the blade was red clearish plastic IIRC. you pushed the sword into the back and it became the buttstock for the rifle part.

yep and it stuck thru as a bayonet.

I kinda wish I could find one agien just for old times sake. but i googled it and apprently its so damn obscure I cant find any info on it.,

Beer is a sign that god loves us and wants us to be happy - Benjamin Franklin

I had an old bicycle tire tube that i put my sharp pointed sticks in. Later, I found out that I could drive rusty nails through on one side but it made it harder to carry so i made a belt rentention for it out of rope. I would ride down the dirt roads to a tree row with a small creek running through it and practice killing trees with my "swords" and other assorted weapons. This was all before the real weapons though. I pretty much skipped the pellet gun stage and went straight for the Remington Speedmaster that I still have. Many a frog, rabbit, squirrel died with that bad boy.

the bazooka /mortar was made like so, thick steel pipe about 3 feet long, and big CO2 catridges not the little ones but they were big ones... like 3 inches wide? 6 inches long?

anyways you take the C02 catridge after its been emptied and stuff about 500 Match heads into it (dont remember how many but i remember using all my parents matches they had). then you get a nice long wick.... light the wick and let her blow....

obviously when your young you dont think about things like that :) burned my brothers face pretty good when he stood behind the pipe while it was shooting... dumbass. oh well :) long ago in a land far away.

Originally Posted By stickfigure:Red Rider BB Gun, it killed a few rodents and broke a few windows.

This was going to be my original answer. Boy I used to fuck some shit up with that thing! I sawed the stock off and would take it to elementry school in a duffel bag. BB gun wars in the woods right after final bell.

Swords, climbing claws, LOTS of knives, homemade traps, and of coursefound the old man's pump shotty, an extra rusted barrel, hacksaw, and well...let's just say I wasn't up on the NFA laws at the time...

I was around 9 years old when my dad picked this up for me at a sporting goods store. Oh yeah, I used it on a street light once, got in trouble for that. Once a bunch of kids started a rock fight with my friends, and I pulled out the slingshot to even up the score. Sent one kid home crying to his mom. I held my breath about that one for a few days. Never used it on a person again after that. I stuck mostly to soda cans and the occasional bird or squirrel.

Parents were gone. I had a friend over and we decided to go into the back yard and shoot stuff.

We were standing about 20 feet from the back of the house. There happened to be a crowbar sitting on the ground from some work we'd been doing. I asked the friend to throw it way up in the air, out into the yard, and I'd try to shoot it in the air.

Unbelieveably, I hit it. We both stood there in shock when we heard the "Ting!!" of the BB hitting the crowbar in the air. While we were gaping in awe, we heard this distinct crackling behind us. When we looked, there was the ginormous 6' x 5' double-pane bay window behind us...with a little hole in it, cracking outward. I started crying for fear of what Dad would do when he got home.

It took me months of extra yard/house work to pay off the $350 window replacement (probably would be $1000 today).

I didn't play with the BB gun anymore....

When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber. Sir Winston Churchill

Parents were gone. I had a friend over and we decided to go into the back yard and shoot stuff.

We were standing about 20 feet from the back of the house. There happened to be a crowbar sitting on the ground from some work we'd been doing. I asked the friend to throw it way up in the air, out into the yard, and I'd try to shoot it in the air.

Unbelieveably, I hit it. We both stood there in shock when we heard the "Ting!!" of the BB hitting the crowbar in the air. While we were gaping in awe, we heard this distinct crackling behind us. When we looked, there was the ginormous 6' x 5' double-pane bay window behind us...with a little hole in it, cracking outward. I started crying for fear of what Dad would do when he got home.

It took me months of extra yard/house work to pay off the $350 window replacement (probably would be $1000 today).

I didn't play with the BB gun anymore....

One of my neighbors shot a hole in my window when I was in the room. It clearly came from the house behind ours, but the police were unable to do anything. I would feel REALLY bad if I shot out someone's window, and would do whatever I could to make it right.

That's one of the reasons I don't like BB guns, they richochet too easily. Pellet guns are more accurate, more powerful, and the lead pellets flatten pretty easily rather than ricochet.

I had a toy AK-47 my dad got me. It was almost actual size, had brown plastic for the wood stock, and made an "Evil" full auto sound. Also had a Mac-10 with a Can and folding wire stock. It was a friction gun so when you pulled the trigger it sparked, and it came with a suitcase type thing to hide it in.

This was before I got my Wrist Rocket though

I could play pretty much how I wanted(and with whatever my devious mind came up with) too and as someone said the only rule was "Don't Hurt Your Sister"

"What country can preserve its liberties, if its rulers are not warned from time to time that the people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms." -Thomas Jefferson

I was around 9 years old when my dad picked this up for me at a sporting goods store. Oh yeah, I used it on a street light once, got in trouble for that. Once a bunch of kids started a rock fight with my friends, and I pulled out the slingshot to even up the score. Sent one kid home crying to his mom. I held my breath about that one for a few days. Never used it on a person again after that. I stuck mostly to soda cans and the occasional bird or squirrel.

I launched arrows with mine.

"Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards."